That place with no name

I’d tell you what this place is called, but I can’t, because they’re too trendy to have a name. I think it’s pretty pretentious really, not dissimilar to ‘the artist formerly known as’ *insert squiggle here* (but without the fame). Now I think about it though, they haven’t even bothered with the squiggle. They are…

Foxcroft & Ginger

I don’t really get polenta. Usually when I eat it I think to myself, what the hell am I eating? I mean, it’s a grain (is it a grain? Tell me oracle! Oh, it’s cornmeal… right) But you can only really eat it when it’s been squashed in a shape, a rectangle, square or portrait…

Sora Margherita

I hope you will forgive me for being a bit retrospective, but there are some places that I have been to in the past that I can’t stop thinking about. Unfortunately I won’t get back for a little while, but I figure why should that stop me telling people about it? One of these places…

Scones and tea at the V&A

As everyone knows, scones with jam and cream and a well brewed pot of tea is an English tradition. There’s no shortage of places where you can get a fix, but one of my favourite spots to go for this little English delight is the V&A. The cafe is so beautiful, I’d love to go…

A visit to the Backyard Pub

It turns out that I have awesome friends that have awesome friends that think it’s a good idea to build a real genuine English style pub in their backyard (and they’re right! it is!!). Firstly, we travelled from central London out to Watford so I had the opportunity to say ‘where am I?’ with my…

It’s the simple things….

It really is, or at least it can be. Of course I logically know that I can go into a cafe and order all sorts of exciting things with sauces and chutneys and sides et al, dishes that I wouldn’t or couldn’t cook at home, but sometimes all I really want is a delicious piece…

A semi eggcellent story

This may seem weird for some people, but growing up, I never had to ‘manually’ boil an egg. We always had an egg cooker. You just filled it up to the line, flicked the switch, and bob’s you’re uncle! It was easy! It turned off when the time was right and there you had it,…

Katz’s Deli

I have this problem. I don’t feel I have enough to do in my life. I mean, with working a full time job, trying to get my own company off the ground and attempting to write a novel in between squeezing in the general frivolities of being… really, I just have way too much time…